Theme: Nature’s Transience:
The waves carve secrets on the sand’s soft skin,
A symphony of foam where tides begin.
The sun dips low, a bleeding ember’s glow,
And paints the sky in hues we cannot hold.
The seabirds cry for days that slip away,
While coral dreams in depths where shadows play.
The shore, a poet, writes with salt and spray.
A verse erased before the break of day.
©nino
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